Dan Brown Meets The DOD…
Computer Scientist Greg Walker smelled his own burning flesh, and he knew it was his own. He stared up in terror at the dark figure looming over him. “What do you want?”
Al sheatza – the password.
The intruder pressed down again, grinding the white hot metal deeper into Walker’s chest. There was the hiss of burning flesh.
Walker cried out in agony. “What password? What are you talking about?”
The figure glared. “To US CENTCOM’s Twitter account. We know you have it.”
“Never,” Walker spat, even as he bordered on the edge of unconsciousness.
Meanwhile, back in a Georgetown townhouse, Dr. Robert Langdon is just finishing his coffee when his cell rings. Who would be calling this early?
“Dr. Langdon. This is Lt. Colonel Latisha Jones, US Central Command. Are you the author of ‘Queer Identities in Medieval Islamic Literature?'”
“I am,” Langdon replied, quizzically. “Who is this…
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